I was born into an atmosphere of suffering and
pain,
Wondering if it was right to leave the womb or was it in vain.
My mother’s loneliness was evident as my infant gaze met
hers,
But simultaneously, I felt secured, protected and somewhat
insured.
I was raised by an extremely strong, independent, black woman
of no limitation,
Who trained me for battle in this world of racism, sexism and
dehumanization.
It was as though she subconsciously knew what obstacles were
in store for me,
And with this fear and awareness, proceeded – determined, to
make me the best that I could be.
She got me involved in many activities and spent sleepless
nights tutoring me,
For it seemed that somewhere – somewhere in the back of her
mind she appreciated the fact that education was the key.
This icon fought and never accepted ‘no’ for an answer,
not even for a minute,
And I know that by her action I have become a strong-willed,
unflinching individual, confident that the sky is indeed the
limit.
Self-sacrifice and a clear vision - two factors which at one
point I did not understand,
Are the very ones which bring tears to my eyes, responsible
for my ability to say that I can.
So now that I am finally crossing the threshold to adulthood
and entering the gates of Howard University,
What lessons can you say have been successfully taught to me?
Make good use of my opportunities and learn from my mistakes,
For I am a black woman and I have what it takes!